The standard media output lifecycle is constantly shrinking with every new wave of technology. Thanks to blogs, vlogs, podcasts, vodcasts and other Internet-buzzword crap, the time between what makes something relevant and old news is now razor thin. Traditional media is dying–TV along with it.
A woman is spewing half-digested pig vagina from her mouth. She screams as genital chunks go flying. Beside her are a half-dozen cretins doing the same thing in a literal vomit-fest. A pile of organs lies across the floor, having recently left the mouths of the whining, attention-starved idiots who ate them. This is love, Tila Tequila style.
Commercials are a necessary evil of television. If we didn’t have people selling us things, we wouldn’t have network TV–it’s what pays the bills. And that’s fine.
In case you hadn’t noticed (and you haven’t), this week is “Turnoff Week”–a nationwide event designed to curtail our national habit of television, emphasizing the reduction of media forces in our daily lives. It’s also a load of snobby bullshit.
Reality shows are tired. They are acknowledged as garbage by damn near everyone. They are filthy shows with gutter-trash stars, all looking to make a buck and (hopefully) get a fuck. Who is it that has created this no-ethics black hole of entertainment? It’s the producers. They are the ones who shape reality shows into the visual excrement we all secretly watch.
The old TV paradigm is dead. Network TV exposed its soft underbelly, and we, the TV-watching public, tore into it like a pack of bloodthirsty dogs. But it’s not meat we’re after–it’s the eye-chomping beast of instant gratification. NO! we said. We don’t want to watch commercials.
No Country for Old Men is one of the best films that Joel and Ethan Coen have ever made. That is very high praise considering the brilliant films the Coens have released in their storied career.